(That's a relief, although he isn't sure how much he trusts it. His comrades back home certainly don't hold back from being around Kurapika when his mind goes blank. Much to the contrary, they attempt to have him see the bigger picture and not follow the melody that his heart pumps out, dark, sightless, and feral.
Good for him that he has astoundingly good reflexes, so he can see when she gives the intention of jumping. That's not wise, she doesn't have a towel, it's way too chilly, it's late, she'll catch a cold-- all arguments that he'd give if he had managed to grab her wrist before she plunged. Instead, he misses, and in his attempts to stop her, he too falls in the icy water of the pool, suit and all.
Blond hair sticks to his face once he reaches the surface, and he shakes his head in attempts to dry it a little. His heart races with the temperature drop, but he's laughing. What an idea.)
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Good for him that he has astoundingly good reflexes, so he can see when she gives the intention of jumping. That's not wise, she doesn't have a towel, it's way too chilly, it's late, she'll catch a cold-- all arguments that he'd give if he had managed to grab her wrist before she plunged. Instead, he misses, and in his attempts to stop her, he too falls in the icy water of the pool, suit and all.
Blond hair sticks to his face once he reaches the surface, and he shakes his head in attempts to dry it a little. His heart races with the temperature drop, but he's laughing. What an idea.)